The story is a complete fantasy with no under age or cruelty whatsoever. I hope you will enjoy it. ***** The following morning, as Mary had a shower, Peter was busy in the kitchen cooking her breakfast. He always made things as easy as possible for her before she left. Her first port of call was old Mrs Thomas. She shot around the house with a cleaner and...
Bobby lounged casually against the wall near a café in the mall. School had finished for the year, and he was enjoying a break before starting college. So he was indulging in his favourite pastime -- girl watching. And there were plenty of pretty girls for him to watch. Bobby had turned eighteen a few months ago, but he was yet to have his first sexual expe...
Okey-dokey, here's my Nude Day contest entry. It's a theme I've been messing with for a few weeks after finding a thread on Lit dealing with the attraction of married ladies displaying their wedding rings in a variety of inappropriate scenarios. I steered away from Loving Wives with this one because I agree with some of the comments made by the more vocife...
Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blac...
Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some 37 years. He had wandered into the Henderson Estate, a seventeen year old black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings, the gardener, and the rest, as they say, is history. When Rawlings retired, Bailey just carried on by himself. He discovere...
Yoga has become very interesting since I accepted my place as the pet slut to my neighbors. Well, to be honest, everything has become interesting. They truly are the most amazing owners a little slut like me could ask for. The first time I did yoga for both Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds was the first day I submitted to both of them. Yes, after I drank Mr. Reynolds...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FOREWORD: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is an epistolary horror story, in the tradition of Stephen King's Carrie or Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's like the literary equivalent of a found-footage movie, I suppose. I'...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Back to the romance category... because in the end it really is just a simple love story. ***** ... I awoke to a thin ray of sunlight peeking through the window blinds, as I slowly opened my eyes. I closed them again, just briefly, to clear my head and get my bearings, before opening them once more. I was lying on my right side, towards Br...
One Saturday afternoon in September 2004, Dan was lying on his couch watching college football when his phone rang. A friend of his from work was on the other end. "Dan, this is Scott, what's up?" "Just watching the end of the USC game. What are you doing?" "I've been in the office all day and need to meet Lauren for dinner at 8 or so. Wanna grab a few dri...
After the incident at Mrs. Cameron’s office Joey skipped school and returned home. He arrived to discover that the house was empty so he went to his room and had a short nap. After a few hours Joey was awakened by the ramblings that were going on downstairs so he put on his pants and went downstairs to see if some one was there. When he arrived downstairs he...